I cannot hear
the rhythmic gears,
the speaking of my heart.
I cannot hear,
or bring to bear,
my lonely piece in part.
My ears work fine,
but there's many a line,
on my lonely deaf man's heart.
The beats are mighty,
but distractions are plenty,
to hide away my part.
I fall from grace,
and lose my place,
in Hell lies my smoldering heart.
I do not dare,
to bring to bear,
my lonely deaf man's part.
I cannot hear,
the rhythmic gears,
the teachings of my heart.
